My father died of pancreatic cancer when he was 76 years old. He was the finest man I will ever know besides my husband, and yes, I'm a little partial.
If I had the opportunity to say one more thing to my father, it would be, "Thank you so much for being the man you are and for raising me to be me." He taught me a great work ethic, how to be a good role model by his example, and how to be a moral person. I was so blessed to live close by, so my children would also have his guidance.
I am 51 years old and yet when I think about my father I feel like a little girl and easily cry. He is, and always will be, my hero. We talked about his impending death quite openly. A couple of weeks before he died, I told him that heaven was going to spit him out and send him back.
Growing up, he would get up early and work in the yard on Saturdays, and I’d help. One day, when I was about 9 years old, we were up before dawn and he said, "Let's go see if we can catch the sun before it comes up." So we hopped in the car and did. I don't recall the rest of that day, but I love that sweet little memory with him.
My dad lived a memorable life. He left his wife of 54 years, 4 children, 23 grandchildren and 2 great-grandchildren. I am so honored to be his daughter.
Thanks for letting me tell you about my dad.
P.S. Here is a movie in remembrance of him a made a while back.